The summer heat had lulled this house to sleep but now with temperatures dropping and winter slowly approaching, its walls are complaining. Its just too cold and its bones are groaning!
“The house won’t stop creaking at night Is it trying to say something I don’t want to hear? Houses say words too they hold what is true! They are faithful, wrapping their arms around us opening their windows to let in light touching us with rays of daylight . . .”
Selected verses from my poem ‘The Voice’
Every year when the temperatures drop my house starts creaking, causing frightful sleep. But sometimes the difficult messages I don’t want to hear, are turned into ones of hope!
God saw that a Sabbath day of rest was needed for our parents even in Paradise!
A Sabbath Day Reflection!
It was a secluded garden planted eastward in Eden. . A garden of perfection and beauty! And God was pleased . . . And rested on the Seventh day, inviting His children to rest To come apart from all earthly care and share this blessed day with others!
But once the child began to grow gazing in the mirror A different image she began to see Becoming a big girl she wiped her tears Hopping on her bicycle her basket full of rainbows and wishing wells! (c)
(c) Selected verses from my book ‘And The Child Grew Up’
Some of us begin life with a desert experience, yearning for a garden of fruitfulness and joy – but must wait for the promise of sweetness to come!
AS we look back through the windows we may see a withered garden with empty brooks a child playing in this imaginative place
But we have the promise “Every desert will become a garden springs will gush forth in the wilderness Yes – there will be an abundance of flowers and singing with joy” . . .
When a leg is broken or even an arm there is no question and off to the doctor for help we go . . . but for some strange reason when a brain is broken . . . we are reluctant and often hide refusing the medicine to heal the mind!
There are all kinds of dynamics when it comes to emotional distraught, especially when it is brought on by another’s choice. Sometimes the pride and ego must be willing to bend to medications to help heal the mind . . .
Who will win this battle can I alone?
Or to the bottle will I resort one of alkali silvery white!
We won’t tell another lest they look for troublous signs
Circling round on this merry go round
My wind swept hair my glorious mind with grandiose thoughts becoming a roller coaster ride
Up and down and all around this should be a clue, signs of highs and signs of blues
Then slowly coming to a stop hitting the earth with a sudden halt
I’ll walk this off, work up a sweat, drink more water washing the body of toxins so rudely left Surely this will help – or must
I bow down before you, a subservient to a mineral mined from the earth?
*Lithium is a potent drug used to treat mood disorders and suicide ideation
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